Rangda is an underground supergroup consisting of Chris Corsano (Björk), Ben Chasny (Six Organs Of Admittance) and Richard Bishop (Sun City Girls). Complex, exotic, instrumental rock with an exotic taste. Rangda came to Krefeld in the Lower Rhine area twice (2010 & 2012) and the golden nuggets of each performance are now available on a limited edition 10". The eight-minute epic "Silver Nile," the centerpiece from their album Formerly Extinct, is accompanied by a bone-dry version of "Night Porter." "Serrated Edges," an exploding wall of noise, comes close to heavy free-jazz at times. Limited edition of 400 copies. Richard Bishop: guitars, Ben Chasny: guitars, Chris Corsano: drums.

"How we can even claim that Formerly Extinct displays a greater fluidity than the well-oiled zero-to-60Khz hairpins of False Flag is a matter of debate around DC corporate HQ. It seems to depend on how you define the semi-metallic element of sound sometimes called 'sharp.' False Flag featured a tune called 'Serrated Edges,' which made sense in the knife-flying arc of that album. Sharp is a claw-like quality in generous supply on Formerly Extinct as well - a graphic picture in sharp focus, perhaps with cleaner edges yet unmistakably gruesome subjects. While False Flag found these slingers in a whirlwinded shred-fest, each trying to out do each other with what they brought to the Rangda lair (er, recording studio), Formerly Extinct blossoms like the home-grown hybrid of a three-headed beast well-practiced in its body. A lean 'n' amazingly mean, greased-up, child-eating machine. Born to the lower-income caste of the bohemian, Rangda maul the underbelly for fun and profit. Thank Kali that all they need is love! These songs, newfangled and shrouded by ancestral awakenings, bore deep into the layers of consciousness to divine meeting. Like, dig 'Majnun,' for instance. Everybody always talks about 'Layla,' but when does anyone ever pull 'Majnun' out the hat? Enter Rangda with sympathy for the obsessed. To them, the Persian wanna-be lover of classical lit and lore is worth more consideration than George Harrison's ex-wife! That's the way the Rangda madness lies. There's no value among the flies of the marketplace - unless you find a copy of Rangda's latest there. Formerly Extinct lives large, no matter how small the arch overhead."

"When witch-gods collide, it might sound something like this. Six Organs of Admittance...Richard Bishop...Chris Corsano. Riders of the apocalypse, it's them vs. us. After absorbing their über-holy dynamo, you'll be prepared to join up with these wraiths, making it all of us against...well, whomever's fool enough to stand in our way. To evil! Rangda's been building up behind the scenes for some time now. As label mates and members of an exclusive mutual admiration society, Sir Rick and Kid Chasny thirsted for a conflagration involving two electric guitars plus a drummer. In such an environment requiring excellent survival skills as well as composition and improvisation rhythms, who better than Chris Corsano to work the skins... On paper, this was colossal, but actually getting everyone together proved awesomely impossible, with each man in a different city sprawled across the vastness of the United States -- not to mention each man's diverse state of mind sprawled across the vastness of inner space. And so, time passed. Chuckling, the guitar men dreamed of visiting Rangda on our world, working figures on their necks in anticipation. Finally, with the desperate recklessness of the ancient witchsoul herself, they booked a live show, followed by a studio session with Seattle sound guru Scott Colburn. Beforehand, a mere ninety minutes was allotted for the three to further discuss ideas and play together for the very first time. What would happen... What do you think happened, stupid... Of course they planted a garden of lyricism seeded with several compositions and several improvisations! Placed end-to-end, the six pieces of the Rangda saga (part the first) rock from splintering onslaught to soulful meditation and back again with manifest precision -- this was a planned attack. Unceasing battery slides suddenly into ritual form with elemental ease. The fretworks of Richard Bishop and Ben Chasny split time while Corsano shapes the air around them. Each players moves as part of the whole of Rangda, and whether surging, cycling, or in pastoral, they are never less than explosive. This initial foray flies under the banner of False Flag. Yet this is only the beginning, for Rangda is alive. To ensure your future in the endless cosmos, march forward with the forces of Rangda, heart and soul, now and forever."